R.I.P. Two Paedophiles’ Friends And A Poor Cow

The Torygraph has today published the obituary of Dr William Dewi Rees, a Top Doctor who is of a similar vintage to Dafydd. William Dewi Rees was born in Barry, to parents who ran a grocers and a dairy. Like many in Wales, as a child Dr Rees was involved with both Nonconformism and Anglicanism – he attended chapel with his mother but at school became involved with the Church in Wales. William Dewi followed in the footsteps of his older brother Hywel into a career as a Top Doctor.

William Dewi attended Llandovery College and then Tommy’s Medical School. He met his future wife Valerie whilst he was a medical student and she was a biochemist at Hammersmith Hospital. In 1956 he, with his wife, moved back to south Wales. Dr Rees took house jobs at Bridgend General Hospital (in obstetrics) and Caerphilly District Miners Hospital.

William Dewi Rees then relocated to Eltham, south London, to undertake GP training. In 1958 he joined the International Grenfell Association, an organisation established by a medical missionary, to take healthcare to fisherman and the indigenous people of NE Canada. Rees worked with Moravian and Catholic missionaries.

His daughter was born in 1960 and following that, for one year Rees joined the workforce of abusers at Whitchurch Hospital, Cardiff – who had links with Dafydd and Gwynne. Following this, he moved to Llanidloes where he spent many years as a GP. Rees was also a churchwarden. Throughout Rees’s time in Llanidloes, Emlyn Hooson was the local MP. Hooson was a Liberal barrister who was originally from Denbighshire and spent his career concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, as well as keeping quiet about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith. Hooson was a mate of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. As a longstanding GP in Llanidloes, it is certain that Rees knew Hooson. Rees was also probably aware of the sexual abuse of young people within the Church in Wales.

William Dewi Rees was a friend of Archmandite Barnabas, who established a monastic community nearby with Roman Catholic priest Father Gillespie. Archmandite Barnabas was the ‘founding father’ of Orthodoxy in Wales and he worked with Father Deiniol, who in the 1980s did some interesting things with boys in care on Anglesey (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Rees also visited Quakers at Newton. Those Quakers will have known Quakers Dr Paul Nickson, the GP in Bethesda who ignored abuse and Owain Gethin Evans, the Assistant Director of Social Services in Gwynedd whilst the paedophile gang operated within the children’s homes there (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’). Dame Judi Dench – the Patron of the St James’s Singers, the upmarket choir in which Dafydd’s mate and protector Robert Bluglass warbles away with his Top Doc wife Kerry – is also a Quaker. Some years ago articles written by Dafydd appeared on a Quakers’ online newsletter.

Between 1974-76, William Dewi Rees was a Senior Medical Officer at the MoD and between 1976-80, he worked as a GP near Rugby. His final post was as Medical Director of St Mary’s Hospice at Selly Oak, Birmingham, in the thick of the medical community containing Robert Bluglass. Numerous kids in care from the West Midlands were sent into the arms of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales. During his 10 yrs at St Mary’s, William Rees ‘trained GPs and final year medical students’ by working with Macmillan nurses in the ‘practical and emotional care’ of the dying’. So that is why Top Docs are still so bad at looking after the emotional needs of dying patients. I wondered who was responsible.

During his years as a GP in Llanidloes, William Dewi Rees became well-known for his research on hallucinations in bereaved people. He published extensively when he worked in Llanidloes and his work also resulted in him being awarded an MD from London University. In 1971, he published a paper called ‘Hallucinations Of Widowhood’. Rees’s obit mentions that on Sundays, his wife used to go out for the day with the kids to enable Rees to pursue his research with those hallucinating widows. They probably got confused between ‘yes’ and ‘no’ as well, like so many of Dafydd’s patients did.

In 2012 William Rees published a volume, ‘General Practice As It Was’. He will have known that some aspects of General Practice have remained remarkably constant over the years. Such as the wilful ignoring of organised sexual abuse and the destroying of the lives of anyone who dares to raise concerns about it. A previous book of Rees’s in 2003 was called ‘Pointers To Eternity’.

The Top Docs are demanding more money off Theresa today. Or Fings Will Break.

William Dewi Rees was said to ‘rarely drink alcohol’ when he was working, lest he was called out at night. It wouldn’t have mattered if he did drink alcohol and was called out. A Dr Spry, a retired psychchiatrist in Llanberis, drove home pissed from the pub most nights and the ever-helpful police used to park up in a side turning until Spry had weaved his way home and was no longer in any danger of being caught.

William Dewi relaxed a little more after he retired and acquired a fondness for red wine. Which obviously he had never touched before. I expect that he jettisoned the Welsh cakes in favour of lobster thermidore as well, it’s incredible how the standard of living of Top Docs goes through the roof after they retire and no longer live like monks.

The sex offenders of Montgomeryshire must be getting quite worried, first they lose Emlyn Hooson, then Hooson’s wife pegs out and now William Dewi Rees has turned his toes up.

William Dewi Rees’s children are Anna and David. I don’t know what they do for a living, but they will be out there somewhere flying the flag for the man who noticed all those hallucinations in widows.

Peter Stringfellow has died as well. Allegedly of lung cancer, which he had been keeping quiet about. Words used to describe Peter Stringfellow usually include ‘charismatic’, ‘flamboyant’, ‘glamorous’ and a ‘businessman’. He was always described as being ‘surrounded by beautiful girls’. Peter Stringfellow actually ran a string of sex clubs and whilst some of the ‘beautiful girls’ will have been there of their own volition, Stringfellow’s establishments were also in receipt of the sort of vulnerable young people whom Dafydd et al traded in. Had I agreed to work for Dafydd, I might well have ended up in one of Stringfellow’s clubs myself. Some years ago Peter Stringfellow was featured on ‘Through The Keyhole’ and the cameras panned around his house which was full of expensive bottles of alcohol and leopard skin accessories. After the contestants all spent time guessing who lived in a house like that, Stringfellow gave the obligatory short interview. He did what he always did. He kept repeating that his entire life was spent ‘drinking champagne’ ‘in my nightclubs’ ‘with beautiful girls’. Then he said to the audience ‘don’t you wish that you had a life like mine?’

I won’t go into the details of Stringfellow’s sleaze here – just look him up on wiki or for an even bigger laugh click on the Stringfellow’s website – but here’s a few pics of what I missed after I was foolish enough to reject the job opportunity from Dafydd and Gwynne:

Just think of the events that I have missed out on:

No wonder people kept telling me how stupid I was!

Cheers Professor Bluglass! Bottoms Up!

Mary Wilson. It has been announced that Harold Wilson’s widow Mary has died, at the age of 102. I have recently blogged about Harold Wilson’s concealing of serious wrongdoing, particularly with regard to the abuse of vulnerable people in the care of the statutory services and how this resulted in Wilson creating a whole supposedly citizen-friendly infrastructure, but one which was governed by paedophiles’ friends to keep the lid on serious wrongdoing.

Mary Wilson was known to avoid public life and references to her ‘shyness’ abound. At one point, Mary was reluctantly forced to regularly appear in public with Harold because rumours were circulating that he might have been participating in sexual shenanigans elsewhere, or that she might have been. Mary subsequently took part in a few photocalls, but she did continue to keep a low profile. Mary was of course best known for writing poetry. This morning on the ‘Today’ programme, Margaret Beckett mentioned that Mary Wilson never broke her silence about the mysteries of Harold’s political life, even in the face of questions and speculation.

Here are two reasons why Mary Wilson kept a discreet silence until she died:

The Viscount Tonypandy

Here are two reasons why Margaret Beckett has kept a discreet silence regarding the paedophile ring that operated on her own patch in Derbyshire:

The Viscount Tonypandy

On Radio 4 this morning, Margaret Beckett ‘paid tribute’ to Mary Wilson, saying that she was a lovely person. She might well have been, but Mary knew about some serious crime which resulted in the extreme suffering and even deaths of others.

I have previously discussed on this blog the situation of those who doubled up as paedophiles’ friends who may well have been frightened and in difficult positions themselves. The collusion of women in particular was crucial to the continuation of the activities of Dafydd et al. Women were used as foot soldiers in roles as Angels, social workers, Top Doctors, police officers etc and their presence was used to reassure everyone that the system contained ‘caring’ people and that serious sexual abuse just couldn’t be happening, because women would never, ever stand by and watch that. They did. Women were used to lie to the police and perjure themselves in court in order to prosecute victims and witnesses because a Dangerous Patient attacking an Angel is a real tear-jerker. Men in particular were incredibly vulnerable to false allegations from female paedophiles’ friends, particularly if the distressed – or heaven forbid angry – male victim/witness could be presented as being a sexual threat to one of the Little Women. I witnessed the paedophiles’ friends have a really good try at constructing someone who had been illegally imprisoned by Dafydd et al as being sexually aggressive, because he had used the word ‘arse’ in a sentence with regard to a Little Woman who had perjured herself. The Little Woman was an Angel and actually a very abusive one at that. Mr Angry certainly wasn’t polite about her, but he in no way threatened her sexually which was what everyone tried very hard to imply.

In the children’s homes in north Wales, many of the most serious sex offenders were married to women who had jobs as house mothers. Where was a 13 year old boy who was being repeatedly buggered by the house mother’s husband supposed to turn?

In some of the investigations into child abuse in north Wales, it was stressed that a ‘macho’ and ‘sexist’ culture prevailed. It did in much of the mental health services as well, people like Slob Ingham were thugs. But the Little Women were either in deep denial or were busy whitewashing and their own attitudes to gender roles/stereotyping were rarely enlightened or broadminded. Furthermore, some of the Little Women were aggressive and sadistic themselves. June Dodd and Mari Roberts were named again and again by children in care in Gwynedd as having violently assaulted them (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’) and an Angel by the name of Alison Parry at the Hergest Unit liked nothing better to take a run at a patient, land on top of them whilst calling for the assistance of other thugs and then pin them to the ground in the most painful way possible for 20 minutes. Complaints and concerns were expressed about Parry’s conduct again and again. She only had to parrot ‘they were aggressive and threatening’ to avoid all investigation (see post ‘Who Is In Need Of Restraining?’).

I have no doubt that some of the Little Women married to the maddest of the paedophiles and their friends must have been in a very, very difficult position. One of Dafydd’s ex-wives found herself losing custody of her own children and her subsequent partner was found dead (see post ‘He Knew Far, Far Too Much’), although another ex-wife of Dafydd’s enjoyed herself helping him run his ‘clinics’ whilst hurling abuse at the patients.

Some of the Little Women will have been terrified and that has to be taken into account. Hergest patients used to discuss some of the Little Women who were married to the thugs and the phrase ‘the poor cow’ was used, just at the thought of what they must have to have put up with.

Ken Loach’s 1968 film ‘Poor Cow’ was based on Nell Dunn’s novel. To summarise:

’18-year-old Joy starts her catalogue of ‘bad choices’ by running away from home with Tom. They marry and have a son, Johnny. When Tom, a thief who mentally and physically abuses Joy, is jailed for four years after attempting a robbery, she is left on her own with their son. After briefly sharing a room with her Aunt, an ageing prostitute, she moves in with Dave, one of Tom’s former associates. Dave is tender and understanding in his treatment of Johnny and Joy, but the idyll is punctured when Dave gets 12 years for robbery. Intending to be faithful, Joy writes to him constantly, moves back with her Aunt and initiates divorce proceedings against Tom. She takes a job as a barmaid, starts modelling for a seedy photographers’ club and drifts into promiscuity. But when Tom is released, Joy agrees to go back to him for Johnny’s sake. One evening, after Tom has beaten her up, she runs out of their flat and returns to discover that Johnny is missing. After a frantic search, she finds him on a demolition site. Realising how much Johnny means to her, she accepts the need of compromise and stays with Tom, but she continues to dream of a distant future with Dave.’

This sort of biography wasn’t that unusual for former kids in care in north Wales or mental health patients. The phrase ‘bad choices’ was bandied around a great deal. What no-one dissected was the way in which some of those kids/patients had been left destitute or at very serious risk by the ‘services’, quite deliberately. People were routinely not told of their benefit entitlements; they were not told if they were offered a house share with someone who was known to be a risk to other people; they were left alone to look after seriously ill family members who were also scandalously neglected by the same ‘services’; they were prosecuted for trivial offences or indeed offences that they hadn’t committed, which made it hard for them to find employment and in the case of me (and a few others) who were able to get professional jobs, they would be forced out of their jobs after a paedophiles’ friend had unlawfully approached their employer. At least two self-employed business people who didn’t need benefits or help with housing were ruined by the paedophiles’ friends and their little ways.

The Little Women married to the likes of Slob Ingham and Keith Fearns were indeed Poor Cows, but they were rather better off than a Poor Cow such as this, sitting in Risley Remand Centre, framed for crimes that she didn’t commit:

The Poor Cow who was Lady Wilson of Rievaulx lived here:

Mary Wilson also had a second home on the Scilly Isles.

The living conditions of so many in receipt of ‘care’ in north Wales equated to this:

I am not someone who would wish to be married to Harold Wilson and I would not be prepared to keep quiet about the things that Mary Wilson kept quiet about to get through the doors of Number 10 or even through the doors of a house on the Scilly Isles. I would rather be the Poor Cow in the picture immediately above, at least my hands would be clean. Yours are not Bridget and Sadie. You might have been frightened but you did not have to lie on oath about me in an attempt to bring about:

Mary and Harold sent their sons to University College School, Hampstead, the Headmaster of which was Alan Barker, who was married to Trumpers. Trumpers used dine with Harold and Mary (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Trumpers was the junior Tory Health Minister who appointed Jimmy Savile to the management board of Broadmoor Hospital (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

Lady Wilson of Serious Sex Crimes in High Places was born in Norfolk, in a place called Diss. She died at St Thomas’s Hospital in London, among the most elite of the Top Docs, the former colleagues of Ed and David Miliband’s Uncle Harry. As opposed to after being dumped naked on a urine-soaked, faeces-encrusted bed in Tawel Fan, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, with the dulcet sounds of Angels swearing at her ringing in her ears.

Author: Sally Baker

I am a writer and a sociologist, originally from Somerset, but I’ve been based in Wales for most of my life. I had my first encounter with a mental health professional in 1984 at the age of 21. My GP described this man to my then partner – who also became a sociologist – as someone who had experienced ‘considerable success’. My meeting with this psychiatrist was a disaster and we attempted to complain about his insensitivity and highly inappropriate behaviour. That was the first time we were threatened and pressurised to withdraw a complaint against a mental health professional. This man is long dead – he was a retired psychiatrist from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, T. Gwynne Williams, who was working shifts in the student health centre at University College of North Wales (now Bangor University). We discovered years later that this ‘successful man’ was notorious – he had been an enthusiastic lobotomist…

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“At present, the website [by Richard Webster, ‘The Secret Of Bryn Estyn’] states that Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon woke up in the Wrexham flat of GARY COOKE”

As your regular readers may recall, Derek Laud is a lobbyist who once reportedly lived in Winchester Street, Pimlico at the residence of his then boyfriend and fellow Tory, the MP Michael Brown. (The press also documented Mr Laud’s unlikely friendships with David and Samantha Cameron and Camilla Parker-Bowles, among others.)

(Reginald) GARY COOKE, also known as Mark Grainger, was an associate of John Allen’s. Allen was the child abusing owner/manager of the Bryn Alyn Community homes who helped supply boys to paedophiles for transactional rape.

Derek Laud was brought on board the paedophile operation by Mr Cooke.

In 1994 journalist Angus James wrote that GARY COOKE’s associate, Mr Laud, paid mysterious “frequent” visits to the Dolphin Square flat of David Steel: a flat which Mr Steel had once shared with his adopted son William (“Billy”), then a theatre student and more recently a film director living in Highgate.

William, unlike his siblings who apparently were not adopted, has rarely been spoken of by Lord Steel in press interviews, and a contributor to The Tap Blog says she knows that the young Billy was one of, presumably many, sexually abused by his father. Whether this is true, I don’t know.

Of course, Lord Steel was in the media again earlier this week, insisting, against the overwhelming weight of evidence to the contrary, that the child abuse allegations against his former Liberal colleague Sir Cyril Smith are “tittle tattle” and “scurrilous hear-say”.

Journalist Michael Crick commented on Twitter:

“Of the 10 MPs the Liberals had in the summer of 1973, three have since been accused of serious criminal offences: Thorpe (attempted murder); Cyril Smith & Clement Freud (both paedophilia). And Peter Bessell, implicated in the Thorpe murder plot, was a Liberal MP until 1970.”

If David Steel, who in 1973 was the Liberal Chief Whip, either helped to cover up for Cyril Smith and Clement Freud, or was himself abusing boys as journalist Angus James claimed, then the number of Liberals accused of serious offences increases by one.

Thanks for letting me know who Gary Cooke was. It can be very difficult to keep track of those involved with the child abuse in north Wales because they often used two or more names. I know nearly all the Top Docs and their associates, it is harder for them to use pseudonyms, but the children’s homes were just a free-for-all.

I saw the interview with David Steel, I was aghast. The weight of evidence against Cyril Smith is huge, the police themselves admitted that they arrested and detained him and then received visits from security services officers who ordered them to let him go and keep quiet. I think that the press were served with D notices as well weren’t they? I can absolutely understand that accusations cannot just be bandied about, but a great many witnesses have come forward re Cyril Smith – and many did years ago. I don’t think that David Steel is doing himself any favours by sticking his head in the sand.

I’m not convinced that the Liberals were any greater offenders than other parties – the problem with getting to the truth re the Westminster Paedophile Ring is that ALL parties were concealing a great deal. In Gwynedd, it was tempting to believe that it was a Plaid problem, because the number of Plaid politicians who covered up abuse was terrifying, but if you go over to north east Wales or down to south Wales, all the Labour people were concealing it as well. Then there are the Tories who were covering it up in Gov’t… David Steel needs to remember that he got into bed with – metaphorically – Dr Death, who most definitely knew what was going on. Dr Death was friendly with some of those vile Top Doctors who personally threatened me and were guilty of very serious crimes, their names are all over my documents.

David Steel needs to open his mind to the horror of what went on and if he showed loyalty to people who were not worthy of it, he needs to accept that. Where are these people’s brains? If someone told me that there were this many concerns about someone, I would at least think ‘ok, I’d better take a long hard look…’. It’s like Savile’s relatives who appeared on TV after the first people made their allegations, denouncing the ‘wicked liars’ for sullying Jimmy’s name. What do those relatives think they look like now? They must have had some indication that he was a serial sex offender, how naive and foolish to try and intimidate people who came forward. Contrary to what the press likes to believe, most people don’t just turn up on TV at the drop of a hat and make accusations. People who have been the victims of sex offences don’t often tell anyone because they’re so upset. David Steel is making a rod for his own back because it is highly likely that there are many other people who know about Smith – friends, relatives etc of those whom he attacked who have until now kept quiet, but they could well come forward…

Someone has told me that the Quakers’ college is situated at Selly Oak, that the ‘top dogs’ in the Quakers are well networked with each other and that they will have definitely known Dr William Dewi Rees. I have just quickly googled and to my amusement I have found that the college is called ‘Woodbrooke’. How about a sister college called ‘Bludafydd?’

The Daily Post has a huge feature concerning the Angels of Ysbyty Glan Clwyd who are screaming that they will take no more from Dangerous Patients, that the Angels are being threatened every ten minutes, that one pregnant Angel was attacked and another Angel was sexually assaulted ‘by a grandfather’. Was it Dr Dafydd Alun Jones then Angel? You didn’t give a stuff when you’d been told that he’d done that to patients.

There are no details of these marauding nutters having been arrested and charged and the comments from the police would suggest that the Angels are rather over-egging the pudding.

Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was the location of the Tawel Fan Scandal. Elderly patients were filmed crawling around naked on the floor which was covered in urine and faeces. One patient had an untreated fractured arm. Angels were recorded screaming and swearing at the patients. No Angel has been disciplined, except for the real Angel who blew the whistle who was sacked and struck off – after receiving death threats.

Keep mouthing off Angels, I have more blogging to do. If any of you had a brain between you, you’d have shut up by now, because you have no idea what evidence that I have kept quiet about so far or what evidence other victims of yours have sent me.

The Morning Star is reporting that NHS staff in England have received a not insubstantial pay rise. Except for one group – the badly paid cleaners and other staff whose jobs have been outsourced to Serco and the like. They will still be getting up at 4 am, paying for their own uniforms, battling their way to work on expensive unreliable public transport to work shifts where their presence is not even acknowledged by most other NHS staff.

The Morning Star has published figures for the ‘amount of money’ that NHS staff have ‘lost’ as a result of inflation. The figures are definitely not accurate – the Morning Star has a well-educated readership, it does not need to publish obvious lies like that.

I’d love to write more, but I’ve got a blog post in development. I’m sure that the Angels of Ysbyty Glan Clwyd can hardly wait to give their next interview to the Daily Post. Are you sure that there aren’t any others among you with a hidden recorder Angels? The last thing that you need now is for yet another person to come forward with rock-solid evidence that you are a bunch of greedy perjurers who have forced every decent member of staff out of their jobs.